autumn is the time of year
where the tender blue of the sky
is opening towards subtle insights
of immense depths
scattering every illusion
spun around the heart
to protect it from its own frail dependence
of that particular impulse called
life
that no science has yet found
a way to grasp
walking through layers of disillusion can seem painful
discouraging
even absurd
but the tender blue sky is there to remind us
that on the other side of darkness
light is impatient to return